Chapter Two
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Rafe woke up, not really feeling like getting out of bed. In his opinion, he had nothing to wake up for as he had not yet found his mate. He sighed and passes his hand over his face, feeling his stubble.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, doing everything sluggishly. Normally, a wolf found their mate at the age of 18, but Rafe was 24, almost 25, and had given up all hopes. Maybe his mate was on another continent, not yet born or even worse dead.
A wolf didn't survive well without their mate. And his wold was fuckin angry at him, like it was his fault that he hadn't found their other half yet.
He sighed again, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had dark hair and grey eyes, eyes his wanted to shine with lust and love for just one person... a person he didn't even think existed.
After taking a quick shower and getting ready for the day, he made his way downstairs. He lived alone in his apartment because even though wolves lived in packs, contrary to what a lot of people thought, not many of them liked living in a pack house, example, Rafe.
Yes, he was the Alpha and all. But it was easier to live separate from them. And it wasn't as if he lived in another country or state. He was just next door, but didn't live with them.
Rafe sighed and stepped out of the apartment, walking to his car, heading straight to work. On his way there, he kept on having a strange feeling, like his wolf was itching to come out. Weird, considering he had shifted just hours ago.
He had never experienced it before. It was almost like his wolf waz singing to him which was the weirdest thing ever. Wolves didn't sing.
He chalked it up to nothing and sighed, concentrating on getting to the hospital in one piece, to stay safe for the mate he didn't even think he had.
***
"Elle, baby, where are you?", Candace asked, walking into the laundry room. They had moved from Carrington about a week ago and though they had not met anybody except for Karla, their next door neighbor, she was convinced the town was a nice one.
Back to her daughter, Candace heard giggling coming from one corner of the room. She tiptoed there and caught Elle, giggling and looking at her with her Bambi eyes, her curly hair everywhere.
"What did I tell you about running from Mommy", Candace asked, hiding her small smile.
"Bad, vwery bad", the little imp replied, closing her eyes and smiling very broadly.
"And why did you still do it?", her mother asked, raising a brow.
Elle shrugged adorably, using a talent she had already mastered, pouting and making a puppy face. Candace sighed and pulled her up, putting her on her hip and walking towards the kitchen.
"What do you want to eat for lunch?", Candace asked, writing a reminder on a Post-It to make an appointment with the paediatrician and putting it on the fridge, that way she could see it everyday, all the time.
"Macandshis", Elle screamed, kicking her little legs in excitement.
Candace laughed then placed Ellie in the living-room so that the little munchkin could watch TV and so that she could have a nice view of the kid.
She was starting with the meal when somebody knocked. She frowned in confusion and walked towards the door. The only person she knew so far was her next door neighbor Karla, whom she thought was about 80 and not fit enough to leave her house to come knocking on Candace's door.
Nevertheless, she opened the door and the first thing she saw was a big platter of homemade cookies. She looked up and saw a bright smile.
"Hi", the guy said, pushing the platter of cookies into Candace's hands and walking in like he owned the place, "Nice place you have here. Wow, the old neighbors definitely did not have the sense of style you have!"
Candace closed the door, confused and headed towards the kitchen when the stranger, who did not really scare her because he was not much taller than her, spotted Elle.
But still, you never knew what people could be capable of doing so it was just better to put security first. And that was what she was doing.
"Oh my goodness!! Is she your kid?!", he asked excitedly, making Candace move hurriedly to the living room, not wanting him to hurt her kid.
"She's too adorable, aww", he cooed looking at Elle who, like she always did, was soaking up her praise with a smile.
Candace was still confused, and held her baby with with a wary expression.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm Jensen, I'm Karla's grandson. I'm so stupid, honestly. I bet you thought I was some serial killer, huh? My bad", he rambled on, stretching his hand. "I bet you're Candace? Karla's told me all about you"
Candace found it a bit weird that he called his grandma by her name but took his hand nonetheless, saying in a subdued voice, "Yes I'm Candace. Nice to meet you"
"I can't wait for us to become best friends", he said beaming, then pouted, "But I have to leave now. See you later. Bye bye little cutie", he finished, waving at them and getting out of their house, leaving both mother and daughter stunned.
"Mommy, can I have macandshis now?", Elle asked, quickly forgetting the peculiar guy who had just left their house.
"Sure baby and if you're good, I'll give you some cookies and milk", Candace replied.
"I'll be good. I solenemenly promise", Elle said seriously, putting her small hand over her chest.
"Sure baby", Candace laughed then moved over to the kitchen, starting the meal her daughter wanted.
Solenemenly, Candace thought smiling. She loved this kid, and she wouldn't trade her for anything in this world.
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